dear dreamer

During the period when Deng Tingge tried to walk without crutches, the drama tour caused a new wave of discussions.

Now that dramas are in decline, themes that are too thematic are even more unpopular in the market.A large number of votes have flowed into enterprises and institutions, and they have been issued as political tasks.But with the completion of the performance in several cities, the play, which was mainly performed by young people and well-known senior actors, received almost one-sided surprise and praise.

The point is not that it eulogizes the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice, but that the script dares to expose and face the fear in war.The three scripts all start with the most ordinary soldiers. Their fear, unwillingness, fear, cowardice, and inevitable darkness in human nature are all detonated by the huge disaster.The writers and directors allowed these negative emotions to be displayed on stage, and what's even more amazing is that it was allowed to be performed.

"The times are always improving." A famous critic said, "The successful broadcast of the movie "Long Yuan", which reflected the turmoil of the past ten years, is a signal. What the market needs, what will appear on the market. Blindly shaping the tall People are tired of figurative works, and the fearlessness of ordinary people is more in line with the audience's preferences."

The little soldier who shot and killed the enemy for the first time cried and drank porridge, the soldier who smelled the burnt corpse of his comrades beat his stomach, and the homesick young man wrote over and over again in his letter, "Mom, I am afraid of death, mother I want to go home"... The part that used to be regarded as cowardly and despised by others has become a little sorrow in the disaster in the mature plot setting and performance.

Large audiences, young and old, were moved by this little tragedy and the warrior who brought his own fears to face greater ones.

"What's even more surprising is that the young actors performed this difficult performance very delicately and perfectly." Critics' comments were flying all over the sky, "Compared with emotions such as happiness and sadness, life and death are very different. It’s hard to act. Both extreme joy and extreme despair are testing the skills of actors, and these young people are at least qualified.”

The advisors who taught these qualified young people were immediately sought out by curious people.

The name "Deng Tingge" appeared in an unexpected place.

"It's so ingenious! Hurry up and praise Chang Huan, hurry up!" Zhong Xing said.

Deng Tingge immediately boasted wildly.Chang Huan's expression was normal, and he accepted his compliment calmly.

It has been pressing Deng Tingge's name not to be the focus of publicity. This publicity strategy was suggested by Chang Huan.She convinced an important participant in the project: Deng Tingge's mentor.The old man with the white beard also hoped that his student would have a beautiful comeback, so he readily agreed.

Deng Tingge, who has no new works, cannot always rely on fried rice to maintain his popularity.When he was still unable to participate in filming activities normally, this drama project earned him a very precious exposure opportunity.

The audience sees a mature actor from a young drama actor.Deng Tingge seemed to be the boss who had been hiding behind the scenes, and was slowly pushed out at this time, showing himself under the light.

During the time when Deng Tingge was unable to take on the drama, Chang Huan didn't stop for a moment.She kept moving, striving for the greatest opportunities and the best timing, and completed this exciting enough comeback with several familiar media.

"The scene is not particularly big, I'm sorry." Chang Huan said.

Deng Tingge grabbed her hand and was very grateful: "Sister Huan, I don't even know how to answer you when you say that. This is the best way for me, really. My original focus is on acting, and I am acting Pai’s idol, it’s the most appropriate way to get back into their sights. Sister Huan, you’re stunned!”

"Speak well!" Chang Huan laughed, "You're still an idol, aren't you thick-skinned?"

After she finished speaking, she also admitted that Deng Tingge's words made sense.

"You should remind me about Hu Mu." Chang Huan changed the subject, and began to find a backer for the newcomer he was looking after, "He needs to be taught in acting."

"Okay, okay." Deng Tingge said, "Shouldn't I be shooting the next movie with him?"

The director of the next film is none other than Zhong Xing.After nearly two years of hard work, Deng Tingge finally got the opportunity to shoot the film of the studio boss.

The movie titled "Ruyan" is the last of Zhong Xing's "Republic of China Trilogy".He had previously made transitional films like "Evaporation", which was not well-received, and he still had to complete his own trilogy task later. He was full of complaints, but also full of enthusiasm.In the movie, he reserved a place for both Deng Tingge and Hu Mu.

"The hero, you don't need to run or jump, just ride a bicycle." Zhong Xing said these words to Luo Hengqiu, "Not bad? Emma please, just nod, if you don't nod, Xiao Deng won't agree to me Ah Lao Luo!"

He shook Luo Hengqiu crazily.

Deng Tingge is very interested in this movie. He said that I haven't acted as a little postman yet, brother nod, right?

Consistent with the style of Zhong Xing's previous romance films, "Ru Yan" also tells a love story.

Little postmen on bicycles pass by the department store every day.In a snowy day, he stopped at the entrance of the department store to chain the broken car. His hands were red from the cold, and a girl in the department store gave him a cup of hot water.

The little postman fell in love with the girl in the plaid dress at first sight.

Every day when he passed the window of a department store, he would put a flower in front of the clean glass window.The plaid dress is in the window, he knows that she sells hats, he knows that she has round half pearl earrings on her ears, he knows that she can see herself and the flowers she placed in front of the window .

The flowers are picked by the roadside, magnolia, jasmine, lily, rose, osmanthus; when the winter is too cold, he secretly folds plum blossoms from other people's homes.Later, he didn't dare to steal anymore, so he learned how to fold flowers with colored paper, and he thought it was very good: they would not wither for a long time when they were placed on the windowsill.

When the hundredth flower was delivered, he wrote a letter.It is believed that it was not delivered, and the flowers were not delivered.The department store was closed, and soldiers began to run in rows on the street. He passed by bicycle several times without seeing the plaid dress.The young man put the letter away in his arms and put a fresh pink carnation in front of the window.

Then came decades of separation.He went to the South with his relatives, and then moved to Hong Kong.The letter paper was half wet from the water seeping in from the bottom of the cabin, and the writing was blurred.

When the old postman returned to his hometown, he still had the letter in his arms.He tried to find the girl in the plaid dress back then.

The time span of the story is very long, and the old events of the year are constantly inserted, such as envy, love, turmoil, and artillery fire.The process of the old man's search is also full of ups and downs.

"Didn't find it?" Luo Hengqiu was puzzled, "A tragedy?"

"Of course it's a tragedy when people die. This movie was made to make tears." Zhong Xing said, "Sadness, great love, humanity, and the call of the soul. Ah! A letter decades away is still A letter that was not delivered..."

The old man talked a lot to the girl at her grave.He was happy then, and he is now.There is a loved one in the turbulent years, just this fact is enough to make all the ups and downs worthless.

"Stop, stop, that's enough." Luo Hengqiu said, "Let's play, let's play."

He glanced at Deng Tingge.

Deng Tinge smiled at him.

Part of Luo Hengqiu's work was transferred to Luo Qiong, but as the business grew bigger and bigger, the workload did not decrease at all.

He finished his work at home that day, and Deng Tingge, who was reading the script in the study with his head up, came out and stood against the wall, staring at him silently.

"What's wrong?" Luo Hengqiu put the computer away, took off his glasses, "Did you take a shower? Wait for me for a while, I'll give you a massage..."

He stopped talking suddenly, stood up abruptly, and his glasses, which were not put in place, fell to the carpet.

Deng Tingge did not use crutches.He straightened up, fingers off the wall, and stood entirely on the strength of his legs.

Luo Hengqiu's heart beat wildly.

"No, brother, don't come over." Deng Tingge stopped him, "Yes, don't move, just stand there. I'll walk over."

He took the first step.

Surprised and frightened, Luo Hengqiu stood there nervously waiting for Deng Tingge like a child who just started learning to walk.

Without all other supports, Deng Tingge was also nervous in his heart when he stood and walked only on his legs.After this calf fracture, he always had the illusion that his bones had become very fragile.But the feet are firmly planted on the floor, and it feels so grounded and reassuring.

He didn't look at his feet, but looked up at Luo Hengqiu.

Senior brother is getting more and more...well, I love to cry.he thinks.

After walking for a short distance, both of them were frightened.When Deng Tingge finally walked in front of Luo Hengqiu, he reached out and wiped the wet corners of his eyes.

"Man, be strong!" he said in a deliberately gruff voice.

Luo Hengqiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, squatted down and pinched his feet and calves: "Is it uncomfortable? Is it okay? Does it still hurt?"

Deng Tingge pulled him up, kissed the tip of his nose, and said with a smile that it was all right.

"I'll take a few steps before going to take a shower. The doctor advised me to practice walking like this at home when I went for a follow-up examination today."

"Okay. Let's go." Luo Hengqiu hugged him and let go.The two stared at each other for a few moments, and he suddenly leaned forward, hugged Deng Tingge and kissed frantically.

The two hugged and kissed for a while, panting and feeling hot all over.Deng Tingge pushed back the hair that was hanging down on his forehead, and kissed his brow tenderly.

"Brother, thank you. For...for many, many things." He whispered, "You are my luck."

Luo Hengqiu didn't say a word, and blocked Deng Tingge's next words with a warm and moist kiss.

The last show of the drama tour returned to the city where the two of them lived, and it was another small sensation.People who missed the first performance bought tickets one after another, and the tickets were sold out within three hours after they went on sale.

Luo Hengqiu drove Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun to the theater.

"I know he can leave, I saw it last time I went home, but..." Pang Qiaoyun babbled all the way to the theater in the car, "It's still not good, this kid is too restless."

Deng Xiao pulled his wife to the seat and stuffed an introduction into her hand for her to read carefully and stop complaining.Luo Hengqiu briefly introduced Deng Tingge's characters and plot to the two of them.

Deng Tingge took the role of Yan Fei.Yan Fei played the soldier who was based on the hungry veteran. After a short communication, Yan Fei readily agreed to Deng Tingge to perform the last scene instead of himself.

"Soldiers did have a lot of running scenes when they were young, but Deng Tingge did not play that role." Luo Hengqiu explained, "He played the image of a veteran after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. This role is actually quite relaxed. Usually, he spends his time sitting in the In a wheelchair."

Deng Tingge attaches great importance to this long-lost opportunity to play.Although he had cooperated with everyone during rehearsals before, he was a little too nervous in the rehearsals before the official performance.

Although Yan Fei didn't need to play anymore, he still showed up at every rehearsal and practiced with Deng Tingge.The acting styles of the two are very different. Yan Fei is older than Deng Tingge and can sink more.In order to maintain the consistency of the performance, Deng Tingge tried to imitate him, but was rejected by Yan Fei.

"It's good if you act according to your own routine." Yan Fei reminded him, "I remember you said before that you played roles like father on stage. Just try to figure it out in the way you were at that time."

Yan Fei's suggestion made Deng Tingge calm down in time.

At this time, he was preparing in the background, Luo Hengqiu wanted to go and have a look, but Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun were both here, so it was inconvenient for him to leave.Deng Tingge asked him to take his parents to the backstage after it was over. Now because everyone is preparing, the backstage is very busy, and everyone except the actors is not welcome.

After Deng Xiao finished reading the introduction, he stared at the theater a few more times.

This theater is much more magnificent than the school auditorium at that time.There is no special drama theater in the city. It is actually a relatively large indoor performance venue. Luo Hengqiu has been here many times, all to watch performances or symphonies. This is the first time to watch a drama.

"You were the one who picked us up last time." Pang Qiaoyun said suddenly, "What a coincidence."

Luo Hengqiu: "Yes."

Pang Qiaoyun: "Were you two together at that time?"

Luo Hengqiu: "..."

He was at a loss for words, embarrassed on the spot, and didn't know what to say.

Although Deng Tingge confessed many things to Pang Qiaoyun and Deng Xiao, Luo Hengqiu didn't know what he said about the period of the relationship between the two of them, and he was not sure if the two of them would feel uncomfortable if they knew that they were already with Deng Tingge at that time .

While he was still hesitating and hawing, he didn't know what to say, the lights on the field suddenly went out gradually.Immediately, a clear male voice came out from the radio: "The performance is about to begin, please take your seats, put your phone..."

"It's started." Pang Qiaoyun's attention was immediately attracted, and she didn't ask Luo Hengqiu this embarrassing question any more.

While Luo Hengqiu was still adjusting his mood, Pang Qiaoyun reached out to pat the back of his hand.

"When will we meet your mother?" she whispered. "Have a family dinner?"

Luo Hengqiu said yes, okay, okay.He stammered and nodded as he spoke.

It was pitch black on the stage, only a few bright spots were faintly discernible.The veteran is about to appear in the first act, and Deng Tingge sits in a wheelchair and slides to a certain positioning point to stop.

When all the lights are dimmed, people standing on the stage can vaguely see the auditorium.He didn't look for the location of Luo Hengqiu and his parents, but looked up at a certain point in the void.

It's not a bad feeling to be back on stage.Deng Tingge was so nervous backstage that he had to go to the toilet continuously, but once he entered the stage, all the nervousness disappeared.

He quickly recalled the memory of rehearsing here, and even thought of himself and Liu Haojun arguing with the property manager for the rent of tables and chairs in the People's Theater.

The passion and enthusiasm back then were very direct.They rehearsed and performed in a small room, made their own props and posters, went shirtless to eat barbecue and porridge on Huaihuang Street, walked around the sparse audience with their satchels on their shoulders, and charged 20 yuan per person for tickets.

No one knows how long that enthusiasm will last.The novelty was slowly worn away, leaving only the unsustainable embarrassment and the desolation of being left in the cold.

In retrospect, even Deng Tingge himself was surprised: he actually persevered.

The last drama written by Liu Haojun is called "Gaze into the Abyss", starring Lu Huang.Not long after it was aired, this drama broke the ratings record of the same type of TV series, and Lu Huang's voice for being the next year's emperor is getting louder and louder.He asked Liu Haojun if he would go back to be a screenwriter, but Liu Haojun hesitated for a long time before answering.

Some of the peers who performed together in the People's Theater that day are still on the road of acting, and some already have new goals in life.He misses them and blesses them.This sudden serious illness made him more open-minded, but also more persistent.

It seemed that this fall made the fog in front of his eyes disappear, and the path he had always wanted to take was suddenly very clear.

The light came on slowly, and it was a cold white light, hitting Deng Tingge's body.

His face was wrinkled, his voice was hoarse, and there was still uncoughed phlegm in his throat.

The old man is sitting in a wheelchair, the wheelchair is parked in the center of the stage, and the stage is in the eyes of the audience.

"My name is Su Jiayou. I am 86 years old. I am a soldier in the first squadron, the second company, and the first squadron of the vanguard of the third battalion of the Bayonet Regiment. My squad leader is Wang Dashi. There are ten soldiers in our squad, Chen Yu, Fang Xiaoyou, Dong Aiqing, Wang Aijun, Zhang Dapeng... "

He finished reading the names of the soldiers in the platoon and squad, and began to recall his platoon commander and company commander.The biggest official he has ever met in his life is the company commander, but he can no longer remember the name of the company commander, nor can he remember his appearance.

This is a monologue, and the lights are always white and cold.

The long lines and the constant mention of names are very boring, but the audience is brought into the scene by the trembling voice of the old man.

Then the lights flickered, and the stage fell into darkness again.

"The weather was very bad that day, we wiped the guns with the squad leader..."

An old voice sounded in the darkness.The voice changed every time a line was spoken, and at the end when "the plane came suddenly", Luo Hengqiu could already recognize that it was Deng Tingge's original voice.

The show was very successful.When the actors came to the stage for the curtain call, Yan Fei came up from the backstage and bowed to the audience with Deng Tingge.

Several bouquets of flowers were stuffed into Deng Tingge's arms.He thought to himself, wouldn't senior brother come up and give me flowers?Thinking about it, he remembered that he had rejected Luo Hengqiu's request to present flowers before, so he couldn't help laughing.

His heart was still beating fast.Although he only appeared in half of the one-hour play, it was the most intense and difficult stage of old age.The blood was flowing fast, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound in his head. He, Yan Fei, and the young actors stood together and bowed again amidst the roaring applause of the audience.

When Deng Tingge looked down, he saw his own thin shadow on the ground, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

The lights are all on.Deng Tingge could see where Luo Hengqiu was, and they also saw his eyes and smile.

This time the performance is more outstanding and shocking than the graduation performance.Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun were fully involved in the plot, and did not ask Luo Hengqiu any questions about the plot.Because of this, Luo Hengqiu was also very involved.

He is no stranger to Deng Tingge on stage.He is no stranger to any kind of Deng Tingge, but now looking at Deng Tingge smiling at him from afar, Luo Hengqiu's heart beats inexplicably faster.

One more time, or many times over, he was sure he would fall in love with that person.

He smiled gently at Deng Tingge.

This kind of love seemed to be getting thicker day by day, almost drowning him in it, but it kept him awake all the time.Luo Hengqiu had never realized so directly and profoundly that Deng Tingge did not belong to him alone.

He loves Deng Tingge who is alone at home waiting for him to go back, and he also loves him who is proud and happy at the moment.

May no one love you.He thought sadly, may everyone love you.

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